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Yumkins

My visitors from the city brought gifts. PUMPKINS. YUMKINS. Oh we do love those pumpkins out here. And my city friend (Berrit’s Mum you remember her) had hidden these big tasty pumpkins inside her house from that nasty cold spell we had a few weeks back and so they are still orange and crunchy. Sheila thrummed…
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Small things
When walking through a flock of chickens, especially little chickens it is best to shuffle. Chickens make no connection between your foot and danger, focussed as they are on the bucket. So as I walk through, in my boots, I gently push a swathe through the little ones. They have let themselves out of the…




